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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
PIL,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.