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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.