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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Lyres,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.