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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.