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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.