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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Q65 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.