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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.