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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.