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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Associates,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.