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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.