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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.