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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.