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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.