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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Monks to the punk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.