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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.