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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.