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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Fear,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.