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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.