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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.