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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.