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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.