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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.