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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.