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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.