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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.