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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.