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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.