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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.