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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.