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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.