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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.