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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Names,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.