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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Cameo,
cv313,
Gong,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.