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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.