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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.