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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.