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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Golliwogs to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Scion,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.