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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.