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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.