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 Burundi 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.