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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.