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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.