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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.