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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.