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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.