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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.