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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.