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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.