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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.