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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Monks,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.