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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.