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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.