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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.