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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.