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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Move,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.