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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.