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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.