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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.