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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.