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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Index,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.