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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
UT,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.