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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
MDC,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.