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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
DNA,
Sparks,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.