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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.