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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.