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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Can,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.