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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Japan,
June Days,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.