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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.