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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.