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 Albania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.