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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.