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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.