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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.