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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Main Source,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.