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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Monks,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Busters,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.