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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Fall,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.