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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.