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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.