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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.