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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
MC5,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.