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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.