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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
UT,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.