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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.