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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.