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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.