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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.