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 Fiji and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Magazine,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.