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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.