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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.