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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.