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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.