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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.