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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.