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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.