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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.