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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.