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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.