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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.