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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
X-101,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.