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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.