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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.