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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.