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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Yaz,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.