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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.