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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.