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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.