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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.