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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.