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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.