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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.