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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.