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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.