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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.