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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Magma,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.