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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.