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 Mali and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.