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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.