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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.