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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
UT,
Crime,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.