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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.