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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.