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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.