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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Can,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.