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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motorama to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.