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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.