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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the dance 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
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.