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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.