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 France and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Visage to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.