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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Audionom,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.