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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
This Heat,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.