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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.