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 Belize 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Technova,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.