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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.