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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Fear,
Little Man,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.