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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.