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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Chrome,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.