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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
UT,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.