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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.