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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.