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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.