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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.