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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Crime,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.