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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.