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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Scion,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.