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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.