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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.