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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.