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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.