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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.