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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
DNA,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.