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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.