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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.