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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.