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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skriet 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.