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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.