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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.