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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.