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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.