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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.