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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.