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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.