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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.