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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Rakim,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.