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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.