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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Urselle,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.