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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Malaria!,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.