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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.