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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.