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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.