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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.