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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Nico,
10cc,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.