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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.