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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.