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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.