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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.