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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.