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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.