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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.