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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.