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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.