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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.