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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.