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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.