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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.