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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.