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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.