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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.