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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.