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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.