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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Sound,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.