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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New Order to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.