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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.