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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Mars,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.