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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.