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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.