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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.