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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.