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 Ghana 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
X-102,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.