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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.