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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.