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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.