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 Germany 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
the Slits,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.