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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.