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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 marimba 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.