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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.