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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slackers,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.