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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Swans,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.