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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Model 500,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.