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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.