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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.