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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
John Cale,
This Heat,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.