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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.