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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
the Association,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Wire,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.