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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Index,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.