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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.