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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.