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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.