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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.