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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.