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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.