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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Slave,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.