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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.