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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.