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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.