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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.