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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.