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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.