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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.