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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Happenings 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.