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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Sound,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.