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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.