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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Can,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.