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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.