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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.