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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.