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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.