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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Wire,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.