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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.