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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 güiro and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.