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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Crime,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.