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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
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.