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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.