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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.