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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.