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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Schoolly D 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.