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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.