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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Smog,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.