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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.