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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.