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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.