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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.