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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.