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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.