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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.