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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.