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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.