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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.