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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.