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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.