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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
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.