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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.