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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.