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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.