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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.