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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.