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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.