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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.