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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.