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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.