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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Inner City,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.