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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.