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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.