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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.