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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Move,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.