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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.