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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.