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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.