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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.