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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.