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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.