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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.