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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.