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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.