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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.