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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.