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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.