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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.