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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.