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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.