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 Nepal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.