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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.