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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.