Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.