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 China and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.