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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.