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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.