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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.