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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.