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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.