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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.