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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.