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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.