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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.