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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.