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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.