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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Brick,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
UT,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.