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 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.