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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.