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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.