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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.