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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
10cc,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.