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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.