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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.