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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.