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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.