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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.