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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.