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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.