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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.