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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.