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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
June Days,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.