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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.