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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.