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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.