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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.