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 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.