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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.