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 Singapore 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.