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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.