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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.