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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.