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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.