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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
the Association,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.