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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.