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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Main Source,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Alphaville,
June Days,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.