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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.