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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
AZ,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.