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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.