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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Grauzone,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.