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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.