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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.