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 Belize and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
June Days,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.