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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Pagans,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.