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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.