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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.