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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.