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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.