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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.