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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.