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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.