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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.