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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.