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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.