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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.