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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.