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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.