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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.