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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.