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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.