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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.