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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.