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 Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.