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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.