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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.