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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
X-101,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.