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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.