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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.