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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.