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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
PIL,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.