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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
UT,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.