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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.