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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.