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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.