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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.