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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.