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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.