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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.