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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.