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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.