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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Gong,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.