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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.