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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
CMW,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.