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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Yaz,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.