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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Rakim,
10cc,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.