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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.