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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Crime,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.