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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.