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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.