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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.