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 Maldives and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Japan,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.