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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.