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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.