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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.