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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.