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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
ABC,
Slave,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.