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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.