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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Skarface,
cv313,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.