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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.