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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.