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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.