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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s 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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.