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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.