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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.