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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.