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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
CMW,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.