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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.