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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.