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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.