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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Names,
cv313,
ABC,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.