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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.