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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Television,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.