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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.