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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Cure to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.