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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Evens,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.