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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.