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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.