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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.