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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.