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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
DNA,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.