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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.