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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Organ,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.