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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.