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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.