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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.