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 Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
the Human League,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.