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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.