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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.