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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.