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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.