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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.