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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.