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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.