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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.