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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.