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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.