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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.