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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.