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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.