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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.