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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.