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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
The Busters,
JFA,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.