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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Mars,
Technova,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.