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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.