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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.