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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.