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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.