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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Litter,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.