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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Colin Newman 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.