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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.