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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Monks,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.