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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.