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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.