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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.