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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.