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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.