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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.