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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Urselle 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.