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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.