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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.