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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.