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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.