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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.