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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.