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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.