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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.