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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.