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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Ronan,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.