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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Index,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.