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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
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.