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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 techno 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 rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Busters,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Nas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.