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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.