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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.