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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.