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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.