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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.