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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
UT,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.