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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.