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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.