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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rekid 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.