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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.