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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.