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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.