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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.