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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.