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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.