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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.