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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.