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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.