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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.