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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.