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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.