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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.