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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
The Doors,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.