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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.