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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.