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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.