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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.