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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.