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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Names,
The Motions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.