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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.