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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.