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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.