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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Can,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
UT,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.