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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Crime,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.