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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.