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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.