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 Mali and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.