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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.