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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.