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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.