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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
June of 44,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.