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 Japan 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.